[Chorus] They see me praying, they're watching. Listening and trying to catch me talking dirty. Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty. Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty. My prayers are so loud, is he hearing? They're hoping they're going to hear me talking dirty. Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty. Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty. [Verse #1] Clashing to see if they can see me bend I have faith, but they won't relent Knights see me ride by, I can see them glaring And the pope in the chaple he's there declaring I'm hearing out a new king, his name's Louise. I'd not like to see him be The King, but should I serve Henry? Send a blue bile into exile? (No!) Stop, I now know, I'm crazy like Henry (Oh,) Just trying to know, not trying to dethrone Talk clean as can so I won't be seen He's on patrol and you I he hates me Melody's beatiful, playing in the chaple I've been given an organ, some people try to fight for some But I'm hearing something and what they have for me They'll have me locked up in the maximum security Hanging from a nuce, I'm thinking to run My prayers are loud, but I'm moving slow The King's steady breaking is saying, "stop this!" Knights knocking right behind, and they're holding swords The windows glass, glaring gorgeous light Knights come in, they ask, "Who are you?" I don't know, should I lie? Do they see? I have no sword with me Got a meeting over in dover but the king just said it's over. [Chorus] They see me praying, they're watching. Listening and trying to catch me talking dirty. Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty. Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty. My prayers are so loud, is he hearing? They're hoping they're going to hear me talking dirty. Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty. Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty. (Note: The above lyrics are based upon the experience of archbishop Thomas Beckett, once a friend of King Henry the 2nd, the king tried to use him to gain power over the church. When Beckett, one of the earliest proponents of separation of church and state, did not oblige, King Henry II had a group of knights kill the unarmed bishop while he was praying. King Henry II attempted to rebuild his reputation by building a chapel for him, but only cemented his place as one of history's most notorious murderers.)
There's a milliin people doing bardcore nowadays. A lot of simple stuff, some bad stuff, some amazing talented people like Algal doing their own thing, but you can trust Beedle to make these songs feel like alternate reality. I could have imagined this in like "A Knight's Tale" or some shit like that. Fucking great job man. You've become one of my favorite musicians.
They see me brewing They hating Patrolling they trying to catch me doing witchcraft Tryna catch me doing witchcraft Tryna catch me doing witchcraft Tryna catch me doing witchcraft Tryna catch me doing witchcraft My conjures so loud I'm chanting They hoping that they gon' catch me doing witchcraft Tryna catch me doing witchcraft (x4) Crusaders think they can see me lean I'm cloaked so it ain't easy to be seen The knights see my cauldron they can see the gleam And my potions on the deck and the spirits scream Ritual with a new witch, she like hold up Next to the Alchemist boiler Is a grimorie, I'm a summoner Send a christian into a coma Girl you ain't know, I'm raisin' a skeleton Just tryna chant ain't tryna have no rabies Spell's cursed as hell so I add some bay leaf Church's on patrol and you know they hate me Cauldron heated all the way up into the maximum I got beakers, some scholars tryna jack for some But we packing something and what we have for 'em Will have a scholar locked up in a dungeon torture cell, I'm staying cloak Chanting loud and I'm brewing slow Satan's steady twisting like: hit this soul Rising from the pentagram scythe in my throat Courtains down gotta stop the illusion Magic changes christians like, "Who is that infusing?" That's the Dark Art Skill when the potion's oozing. Got trials in every kingdom except Bourbon but I still ain't losing
The days they drag on, the meads warm. Heavily taxed so on we’d farm. The knights attack and, defend not, those castles then sworn to protect. The king he, wants a new wife. So the old he hung by the neck. These holes shoes, under holy roofs, doest the priest sin. But though we read not, we can speak so, still we comprehend. There is sickness, in the waters, so boil the mead and drink. Rap had not, been invited, so judge not my flow. Beedle the Bardcore, beats with drawn swords, definitions of origin. (Edit) what does it matter, where these words go, if in the end it is song. What do Kings know, of the hardships, while fat and happy they sit. As the hills roll, we’ll find a new home, free a place to call our own. Let not the king know, of this treason, or in dungeons soon you’ll be throw. Pack the horses, their mules I know, we’ll call them horses our own. What little we own, we will leave here, keep as tribute, farm your own food, wash your own stoop, we move on to, become our own kings.
I remember when i first subbed to you like a month ago you had like 20k subs or smth. Now you're over the 100k mark. Thats actually crazy how many subs you got in that short amount of time. You've been putting in work and you're getting credit for it. Great to see, keep going this shit is awesome.
Imagine accidentally going back in time... figuring out how your gonna survive... and you join a bard group... and perform these "new" songs nobody ever heard before!
I found this channel randomly and I'm absolutely in love with this, I request can you please do "Hotel California", It's one of my favourites and I would love to hear it!
Been following you for a while now great work. I thought this was one of the best. It did make smile. Really translates to that medieval sound very well.
Sheriff thinketh he can see me betwixt the geans But his eyen are not that keen And I blend in 'cause my tunic's green I'm an outlaw but I still have mien Rollin' with a new maiden, she's like "what ho!" Next to the saddle right beside my bedroll Is a full quiver and my yew longbow Strike any reeve with a fatal blow Maid, knowest thou I'm daft like Little John? Just trying to court you, ain't trying to father no bastards When it comes to tourneys, I'm the master My quarterstaff? No one's is faster
The knight has just been given a treaterous quest to steal a horse from an opposing kingdom to prove his loyalty and bravery to the kingdom. He indeed, is riding dirty.
Don't mind me, just playing Kingdom Come Deliverance with the fastest horse, best gear, and the Jockey perk. Guards ain't shit when you're going so fast the game can't even render fast enough to keep up.
Those gents seeth me rollin' those gents hatin' patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy mine own music's so loud i'm swangin' those gents hopin yond those gents gonna catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy police bethink those gents can seeth me leaneth i'm tint so t ain't easy to beest seen at which hour thee seeth me rideth by those gents can seeth the glean and mine own shineth on the deck and the tv screen rideth with a new chick, the lady liketh "hold up" next to the playstation controll'r is a full clipeth and mine own pistola turneth a jack'r into a coma wench thee ain't knoweth, i'm crazy liketh krayzie bone just tryin' to bone, ain't tryin' to has't nay babies rocketh crisp as hell so i pulleth in ladies laws on patrolling and thee knoweth those gents misprise me music did turn all the way up until the maximum i can speaketh f'r some niggas tryin' to jack f'r some but we packin' somethin' yond we has't and um shall has't a nigga lock'd up in the maximum security cell, i'm grippin' oak music loud and tippin' sloweth twin steady twistin' liketh hitteth this dough police pulleth up right behind and t's in his throat windows down gotta stand ho pollution cd's changeth niggas liketh who is't is yond producing? this the play-n-skills at which hour we out and cruisin' did get warrants in ev'ry city except houston, but i'm still ain't losin' those gents seeth me rollin' those gents hatin' patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy mine own music's so loud i'm swangin' those gents hopin' yond those gents gonna catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy i been drinkin' and smokin' holdin' the horror 'cause a broth'r can't focus i gotta receiveth to home 'f're the po po's scope this big ol' excursion sw'rving all up in the curveth sir nigga been sippin' on yond hennessey and the gin again is in again, we in the windeth doin' a hundr'd while i puff on the blunt and rollin' anoth'r one up, we livin' liketh we ain't givin' a alas i did get a revolv'r in mine own right handeth, 40 oz on mine own lap freezing mine own balls rolleth a nigga tree, green leaves and all comin' quaint deep, me and mine own dogs i gotta receiveth to backstreets did want by the six pound and i did get heateth glock glock shots to the block, we creepeth creep popeth popeth, desire cops seeth not me, on a base key with nay regards f'r the law, we check at ,em liketh alas em all but i wonneth't receiveth hath caught up and hath brought up on charges f'r none of y'all keepeth a caliver in car, and a blunt to sparketh but well if 't be true thee wanteth, nigga thee poppin, dark eft 'r not we did bust shots off in the air, krayzie bone and chamillionaire those gents seeth me rollin' those gents hatin' patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy mine own music's so loud i'm swangin' those gents hopin' yond those gents gonna catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy doth what thee thinkin' so, i hath tried to alloweth thee wend turneth up a blinketh of lighteth and i swang t sloweth'r a nigga fell f'r sure 'cause those gents bethink those gents knoweth yond those gents catchin' me with plenty of the drinketh and 'dro so those gents receiveth behind me tryin' to checketh mine own tags behold at mine own rear-view and those gents smilin' thinkin' those gents'll catcheth me on the wrong well keepeth tryin' 'cause those gents denyin' yond t's racial profiling houston, tx thee can checketh mine own tags pulleth me ov'r tryeth to checketh mine own slab gauntlet compartment gotta receiveth mine own chinks 'cause the crook'd cops tryeth to cometh up festinate and been a ball'r yond i am i talketh to those folk giving a alas 'bout not humour mine own attitude at which hour those gents realizeth i ain't coequal ridin' filthy did bet thee'll beest leavin' with an coequal madd'r humor i'mma chuckle at thee and then i'mma has't to cruise i'm in numb'r two on some m're dj screweth thee can't arresteth me plus thee can't sue this a message to the laws tellin' those folk we misprise thee i can't beest did touch 'r bid 'em yond those gents shoulda known tippin' down, sittin' crook'd on mine own chrome bookin' mine own phoneth, tryin' to findeth a chick i wanna bone liketh those gents couldn't stand ho me, i'm about to pulleth up at thy home and t's on those gents seeth me rollin' those gents hatin' patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy mine own music's so loud i'm swangin' those gents hopin' yond those gents gonna catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy those gents seeth me rollin' those gents hatin' patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy mine own music's so loud i'm swangin' those gents hopin' yond those gents gonna catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
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When your horse is fastest in county
Lmao
Make 50 cent Be a Gentleman
Dem crotal bells be ringing
@@giannibleya7690 50 pence and the conroi of G
Steed*
Pretty sure that Genghis Khan played this tune while riding to his battles.
Nope, this was played by knights before they were skinned into drums by mongols
Indeed, Chamillionaire only covered an old Mongolian battle tune.
Good one!
@@agro9999 no knight was killed by some mongol
My horse never bolts, oh contrary.
You'll find she's quite stationary.
All of my armour sets are cherry.
Arch mage's in the library.
Waiting for my medieval boyz to write lyrics suitable to the period this instrumental was made in
Same, I wish I had their talent 😂
S C Just be happy you’re lucky enough to witness those masterpieces
Pedro Valti non vedi l’ora di andare a casa a mangiare pasta e fagioli, vero?
S C same lolol
Those gents seeth me rolleth, those gents hating
patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me riding filthy
[Chorus]
They see me praying, they're watching.
Listening and trying to catch me talking dirty.
Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty.
Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty.
My prayers are so loud, is he hearing?
They're hoping they're going to hear me talking dirty.
Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty.
Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty.
[Verse #1]
Clashing to see if they can see me bend
I have faith, but they won't relent
Knights see me ride by, I can see them glaring
And the pope in the chaple he's there declaring
I'm hearing out a new king, his name's Louise.
I'd not like to see him be
The King, but should I serve Henry?
Send a blue bile into exile? (No!)
Stop, I now know, I'm crazy like Henry (Oh,)
Just trying to know, not trying to dethrone
Talk clean as can so I won't be seen
He's on patrol and you I he hates me
Melody's beatiful, playing in the chaple
I've been given an organ, some people try to fight for some
But I'm hearing something and what they have for me
They'll have me locked up in the maximum security
Hanging from a nuce, I'm thinking to run
My prayers are loud, but I'm moving slow
The King's steady breaking is saying, "stop this!"
Knights knocking right behind, and they're holding swords
The windows glass, glaring gorgeous light
Knights come in, they ask, "Who are you?"
I don't know, should I lie? Do they see? I have no sword with me
Got a meeting over in dover but the king just said it's over.
[Chorus]
They see me praying, they're watching.
Listening and trying to catch me talking dirty.
Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty.
Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty.
My prayers are so loud, is he hearing?
They're hoping they're going to hear me talking dirty.
Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty.
Trying to catch me talking dirty, trying to catch me talking dirty.
(Note: The above lyrics are based upon the experience of archbishop Thomas Beckett, once a friend of King Henry the 2nd, the king tried to use him to gain power over the church. When Beckett, one of the earliest proponents of separation of church and state, did not oblige, King Henry II had a group of knights kill the unarmed bishop while he was praying. King Henry II attempted to rebuild his reputation by building a chapel for him, but only cemented his place as one of history's most notorious murderers.)
shessssssh what a untold story damn !
This deserves hundreds of likes! I love the historical references. Maybe you could collaborate with Horrible Histories to make a music video?
Ayyyyyeeeee!!! Thank you 💙 haha, much love!
Omg
that was fantastic!!
They seethe me rollinnn my cabinn
هلا دراد
Idk why but this, and the music in the background sounded so beautiful in my head
This made me laugh man
Mine billets, so loud
I’m galloping
The sheriffs long to catch me trotting dirty
😂😭😭😂😭
I like but, trotting dirty sounds like you crapped britch.
Robin hood be like
There's a milliin people doing bardcore nowadays. A lot of simple stuff, some bad stuff, some amazing talented people like Algal doing their own thing, but you can trust Beedle to make these songs feel like alternate reality. I could have imagined this in like "A Knight's Tale" or some shit like that. Fucking great job man. You've become one of my favorite musicians.
Your kind words doth warm my heart! Thank you!
This is the only bardcore channel I know. And it is the best. I’ve listened to others briefly. And it was like 🤮
I still love that movie. My head canon is a Chaucer like Paul, just less gambling addiction.
Sir Chamillionaire and his page Krayzie Bone - these two have the greatest cavarly in Ghettoshire county, my Sire
Humerus
They see me brewing
They hating
Patrolling they trying to catch me doing witchcraft
Tryna catch me doing witchcraft
Tryna catch me doing witchcraft
Tryna catch me doing witchcraft
Tryna catch me doing witchcraft
My conjures so loud
I'm chanting
They hoping that they gon' catch me doing witchcraft
Tryna catch me doing witchcraft (x4)
Crusaders think they can see me lean
I'm cloaked so it ain't easy to be seen
The knights see my cauldron they can see the gleam
And my potions on the deck and the spirits scream
Ritual with a new witch, she like hold up
Next to the Alchemist boiler
Is a grimorie, I'm a summoner
Send a christian into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm raisin' a skeleton
Just tryna chant ain't tryna have no rabies
Spell's cursed as hell so I add some bay leaf
Church's on patrol and you know they hate me
Cauldron heated all the way up into the maximum
I got beakers, some scholars tryna jack for some
But we packing something and what we have for 'em
Will have a scholar locked up in a dungeon torture cell,
I'm staying cloak
Chanting loud and I'm brewing slow
Satan's steady twisting like: hit this soul
Rising from the pentagram scythe in my throat
Courtains down gotta stop the illusion
Magic changes christians like, "Who is that infusing?"
That's the Dark Art Skill when the potion's oozing.
Got trials in every kingdom except Bourbon but I still ain't losing
holy shit
how does this not have more likes
OMG That was genius
Underrated comment!!
Lol sick
Plot twist: Chamillionaire sampled Will Scarlet’s “Sherwood Forest Anthem”
Chamillionaire featureth Insane Cartilage
🤣
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Another welcome contribution from the commendable Cartilage-With-Harmonious-Brigands
Trying to recall ridin’ dirty lyrics and all I hear in my mind is Weird Al’s white & nerdy
Accurate
Me too!
wait those are two different songs?
im stupid.
Glad I am not the only one, haha!
The days they drag on, the meads warm. Heavily taxed so on we’d farm. The knights attack and, defend not, those castles then sworn to protect. The king he, wants a new wife. So the old he hung by the neck. These holes shoes, under holy roofs, doest the priest sin. But though we read not, we can speak so, still we comprehend. There is sickness, in the waters, so boil the mead and drink. Rap had not, been invited, so judge not my flow. Beedle the Bardcore, beats with drawn swords, definitions of origin. (Edit) what does it matter, where these words go, if in the end it is song. What do Kings know, of the hardships, while fat and happy they sit. As the hills roll, we’ll find a new home, free a place to call our own. Let not the king know, of this treason, or in dungeons soon you’ll be throw. Pack the horses, their mules I know, we’ll call them horses our own. What little we own, we will leave here, keep as tribute, farm your own food, wash your own stoop, we move on to, become our own kings.
We still getting heavily taxed 😐
PrudentiusInvader and flint still needs water.
Wow, that's a lot of effort for a comment.
Phin 42 not if you’re high
@@josefking9216 😂
My rolling, they hath witnessed. Their hatred, they hath displayed. Monitoring, they put forth an effort to capture me whist mounting a dusty steed.
The intro...the beat drop...you, my dear, are highly talented.
The youth knows not of this banger
“The only question I, ever thought was hard, was do I like Galahad or do I like The Bard?”
Nice reference
The Sherriff spies me traversing. He’s cursing. He proclaims yonder saddle bags are ridin’ dirty.
Jesus... Now I want to gallop on my horse to show the whole kingdom who rules
Thou see me ridin,
Thou spite'th
Thou pray'th doth capture me with contraband
Trying to capture me with contraband
king henry the eight take this song too seriously
He probably invented heads up 7 up
@@brandonellis8111 heads off 4 up
"Thy music so loud...thou swangith...they hopeith that they gonna catch thou rideith dirty..."
This guy is going to save rap music the only way anyone can. OK Medieval rappers, we know you're out there, somewhere. Now is you time to shine.
This piece of art was brought to you by the bone of krayzie and Cha, the man of millions...
All the Horse thieves whistle this tune.
They seest I trotting, they spiteth I, they roam the fields attempting to ensnare I
bro that intro >>>>
"Jammin' numb'r two on some fusty DJ Screweth
Thee can't arresteth me, plus thee can't sue"
Still waiting for a Real Big medieval mix...
*_Manor mightily large, Chariot mightily large, loins mightily large, all things mightily large!_*
I get anxiety see u in videos other then rockstar games content don't know why.
Brooo people are looking for you on Kurus channel.
When Luigi raced in the medieval times and gives everyone the death stare
"Those gents seeth me rollin', those gents hatin' "
Bro you're all over RUclips
That was awful.
thou shall see me rideth dirteth
Well made, squire!
Alas, the homage laid forth by Lord Albert Yankovic the Weird was far more pleasing to thine ears.
My entrance song played by my people, when I enter my castle on my horse with a blunt in my hand, that's the only way I'm Ridin
Sire Hakeem "Chamillionaire" Seriki hasth and his squire Krayzie Bone havth rode past our castle walls, m'lord.
I remember when i first subbed to you like a month ago you had like 20k subs or smth. Now you're over the 100k mark. Thats actually crazy how many subs you got in that short amount of time. You've been putting in work and you're getting credit for it. Great to see, keep going this shit is awesome.
Mine melody so deafening,
I am swangeringe
They are wishing to apprehend myself mounting filthy
Imagine accidentally going back in time... figuring out how your gonna survive... and you join a bard group... and perform these "new" songs nobody ever heard before!
Where was Bardcore when A Knight's Tale came out? This style of music would have been perfect.
Even for every men in tights scene that contains Dave Chapelle.
tbf that movie is from 93
When the town guards claim my carriage is stolen due to my African complexion
Honestly this is real music
Thou see thee gallivanting thou envious
When thou catcheth thee a top thy blinged out barrow without thine parchment in thee ashlars
I found this channel randomly and I'm absolutely in love with this, I request can you please do "Hotel California", It's one of my favourites and I would love to hear it!
Wow, very nostalgic, only 500 A.D's kids will remember.
Eat your Heart out Weird Al
Tis a new champion of D&D
They see me mowing, my lawn!!
@@yes.ma_am *front lawn
As a DM, I have started to play bardcore off my phone whenever my party goes into a tavern.
Those gents seeth me rollin'
those gents hatin'
patrollin' and tryna catcheth me ridin' filthy
They observe thee rolling. They detest me. Patrolling. They wish to seize me traveling with contraband
When you got the biggest destrier in town.
Been following you for a while now great work. I thought this was one of the best. It did make smile. Really translates to that medieval sound very well.
»sie erblicken mich rollend - sie hegen Groll“
BEST RUclips CHANNEL IVE SEEN IN A WHILE
When you want to be Hood but still attend Renfaires
Shout out to weird al
Solution: Come as Robin *Hood*
They witness mine travels
With malice
Marauding, they attempt to discover unlawful misdeeds
Those gents are attempting to catcheth me horseriding filthy
Tho may you unleash “When I’m gone” by the one proclaiming to be shady It will leave me with a jolly day in the future
This Channel and comments section is pure blessing!!! Cant get enough.
Vikings: look at me I'm white and Nord-y
Great for getting ready for a joust
One of best channels out there. Cheers. Love your music.
a pirate returning from a voyage with the boys, wagon full of gold , peasants and city guard watching , see him rolling and hating.
i think you meant they see him ROWING they hating .....😂😉
When the Ardougne guards see you with a new thieving skillcape
Thou behold me striding, thou loathing,
defending, striving to apprehend me galavanting befouled.
Almost has a spaghetti western feel to it. Very nice.
I sing White N Nerdy in my head to this at least once a day
This type of content is really interesting to me!
Absolutely love your medieval covers, bruh! Soooo talanted! Keep it up! I honestly enjoy what you're doing!
When you successfully avoid the british and make it across the english channel with all of your opium
knights ridin to jerusalem conquish be like
Chamfortunehoarder, Equestrian Travel
1206 AD
Sheriff thinketh he can see me betwixt the geans
But his eyen are not that keen
And I blend in 'cause my tunic's green
I'm an outlaw but I still have mien
Rollin' with a new maiden, she's like "what ho!"
Next to the saddle right beside my bedroll
Is a full quiver and my yew longbow
Strike any reeve with a fatal blow
Maid, knowest thou I'm daft like Little John?
Just trying to court you, ain't trying to father no bastards
When it comes to tourneys, I'm the master
My quarterstaff? No one's is faster
Can you imagine how better and hardcore world would be if they did play this music back in old days!)
Sheriff of Nottingham: Halt, brigand.
Robin Hood with the Merry Men:
как же это прекрасно
When instead of showing ur horse power, ur showing the power of ur horse
Thee see me stridin'
Thee loathin'
Crusading and tryin' to catch me stridin' dirty
Would be nice to hear in an medieval movie
this sounds so coooooooooooooool.
i am so hyped
Fuera bromas..¿Es normal que me suene jodidamente duro? Increíble.
The parody of this song is about a monk who wants to sail with the Viking raiders.
The knight has just been given a treaterous quest to steal a horse from an opposing kingdom to prove his loyalty and bravery to the kingdom. He indeed, is riding dirty.
The breakdown at the end was clean
THIS IS EPIC!!!
bardstep. very nice.
When the sheriff bugs you and your crew of bandits too much as soon as you ride your horses
Don't mind me, just playing Kingdom Come Deliverance with the fastest horse, best gear, and the Jockey perk. Guards ain't shit when you're going so fast the game can't even render fast enough to keep up.
When you bring the siege engine.
...When you thinkest yourself the baddest in the land and Lord Gwyn comes at you with the heartiest clapback
Peasants attempt to see me in the act of riding my chariot
i love it!
Those gents seeth me rollin'
those gents hatin'
patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
mine own music's so loud
i'm swangin'
those gents hopin yond those gents gonna catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
police bethink those gents can seeth me leaneth
i'm tint so t ain't easy to beest seen
at which hour thee seeth me rideth by those gents can seeth the glean
and mine own shineth on the deck and the tv screen
rideth with a new chick, the lady liketh "hold up"
next to the playstation controll'r is a full clipeth and mine own pistola
turneth a jack'r into a coma
wench thee ain't knoweth, i'm crazy liketh krayzie bone
just tryin' to bone, ain't tryin' to has't nay babies
rocketh crisp as hell so i pulleth in ladies
laws on patrolling and thee knoweth those gents misprise me
music did turn all the way up until the maximum
i can speaketh f'r some niggas tryin' to jack f'r some
but we packin' somethin' yond we has't
and um shall has't a nigga lock'd up in the maximum
security cell, i'm grippin' oak
music loud and tippin' sloweth
twin steady twistin' liketh hitteth this dough
police pulleth up right behind and t's in his throat
windows down gotta stand ho pollution
cd's changeth niggas liketh who is't is yond producing?
this the play-n-skills at which hour we out and cruisin'
did get warrants in ev'ry city except houston, but i'm still ain't losin'
those gents seeth me rollin'
those gents hatin'
patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
mine own music's so loud
i'm swangin'
those gents hopin' yond those gents gonna catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
i been drinkin' and smokin' holdin' the horror 'cause a broth'r can't focus
i gotta receiveth to home 'f're the po po's scope this big ol' excursion
sw'rving all up in the curveth sir
nigga been sippin' on yond hennessey
and the gin again is in again, we in the windeth
doin' a hundr'd while i puff on the blunt
and rollin' anoth'r one up, we livin' liketh we ain't givin' a alas
i did get a revolv'r in mine own right handeth, 40 oz on mine own lap freezing mine own balls
rolleth a nigga tree, green leaves and all
comin' quaint deep, me and mine own dogs
i gotta receiveth to backstreets
did want by the six pound and i did get heateth
glock glock shots to the block, we creepeth creep
popeth popeth, desire cops seeth not me, on a base key
with nay regards f'r the law, we check at ,em liketh alas em all
but i wonneth't receiveth hath caught up and hath brought up on charges f'r none of y'all
keepeth a caliver in car, and a blunt to sparketh
but well if 't be true thee wanteth, nigga thee poppin, dark
eft 'r not we did bust shots off in the air, krayzie bone and chamillionaire
those gents seeth me rollin'
those gents hatin'
patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
mine own music's so loud
i'm swangin'
those gents hopin' yond those gents gonna catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
doth what thee thinkin' so, i hath tried to alloweth thee wend
turneth up a blinketh of lighteth and i swang t sloweth'r
a nigga fell f'r sure
'cause those gents bethink those gents knoweth yond those gents catchin' me
with plenty of the drinketh and 'dro
so those gents receiveth behind me tryin' to checketh mine own tags
behold at mine own rear-view and those gents smilin'
thinkin' those gents'll catcheth me on the wrong well keepeth tryin'
'cause those gents denyin' yond t's racial profiling
houston, tx thee can checketh mine own tags
pulleth me ov'r tryeth to checketh mine own slab
gauntlet compartment gotta receiveth mine own chinks
'cause the crook'd cops tryeth to cometh up festinate
and been a ball'r yond i am i talketh to those folk
giving a alas 'bout not humour mine own attitude
at which hour those gents realizeth i ain't coequal ridin' filthy
did bet thee'll beest leavin' with an coequal madd'r humor
i'mma chuckle at thee and then i'mma has't to cruise
i'm in numb'r two on some m're dj screweth
thee can't arresteth me plus thee can't sue
this a message to the laws tellin' those folk we misprise thee
i can't beest did touch 'r bid 'em yond those gents shoulda known
tippin' down, sittin' crook'd on mine own chrome
bookin' mine own phoneth, tryin' to findeth a chick i wanna bone
liketh those gents couldn't stand ho me, i'm about to pulleth up at thy home and t's on
those gents seeth me rollin'
those gents hatin'
patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
mine own music's so loud
i'm swangin'
those gents hopin' yond those gents gonna catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
those gents seeth me rollin'
those gents hatin'
patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
mine own music's so loud
i'm swangin'
those gents hopin' yond those gents gonna catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
tryin' to catcheth me ridin' filthy
Those gents seeth me rolleth, those gents hating
patrolling and tryin' to catcheth me riding filthy
When thy mode of transport commiting excessive sawg
They see me galloping
They agitated
Thy shall witness thy glory as one galloping through the taverns
There's an acapella for every track this guy makes. Play two the vids at the same time and you get the lyrics.
Xzibit: Front 2 Back
You might have fun with that one. Boom bap track with lots of fun sounds. I'd love to hear it.
Sie erblicken mich rollend.. sie hegen Groll!
Weird Al version, = Catholic and Worthy
When your horse comes out of the mud